Neelima ne meri kalaai itni zor se dabaayi ki lantern ki lo palat gayi. Stage ke peeche wali kothri ka hawa thanda tha, aur uski ungliyan meri nadi par kaampi jaise koi ab bhi hamare peeche khada ho.
“Dost nikal gaye,” usne kaha. “Sirf hum dono bache hain, Jatin.”
Charity wali bhoot katha khatam ho chuki thi. Wada tha last reading ke baad yeh hall band karenge, isliye ruke. Vadodara ki is purani pol mein, Bharat ke Gujarat ke is kone par, galiyan so rahi thin.
“Tumhare chehre par wahi wala dar hai,” Neelima boli. “Pichhli baar bhi aisa hi tha. Phir tumne kaha ghabrahat se yeh nahi hoga.”
Pichhle saal college reunion ke horror play ke baad hum dono aisi hi kothri mein the. Usne mera collar pakda tha. Maine uska haath hata diya tha, yeh soch ke woh sirf dar se chipak rahi hai.
“Tujhe mana nahi kiya tha. Yeh socha tha tu kaamp rahi hai, aur uska fayda nahi uthana chahiye.”
Neelima hans diya, lekin hansii mein gussa tha. “Tu samajhota galat tha. Main us raat tujhe chah rahi thi. Aaj bhi yahi maang rahi hoon. Dar alag hai, tu alag.”
Kothri ke kone se ek tak ki awaaz aayi. Reading ka kathputla kaali saari mein hook se chhoot kar gir pada. Lakdi ki gardan mudi, aur uski khaali aankhen lantern ki taraf uthin.
Neelima meri chhati se lipat gayi. Uski saans meri shirt par garmi chhod rahi thi. Kaampa bhi, lekin uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche sach thi, kathputla nahi.
“Ab bhi sochta hai main sirf dar se chipki hoon?” usne meri gardan ke paas kaha.
Uski aankhen lantern mein chamkin. Munh uska chuma. Usne jawab mein mera hont kaata, phir chhod diya. Lo hamare chehron par kaampi.
Girta kathputla aur tootata wada
Uske kurte ke pehle button meri ungliyon mein atak gaya. Neelima ne khud khol diya, maroon kapda kandhon se sarakaya, aur meri kalaai apni chhati par rakh di. Uski bra kaali thi, saans se uth rahi thi.
Jeans ki chain usne khud kholi. Uski thighs par haath pherne laga, garam chamdi, halki kaamp. Woh mere button kholti rahi, meri shirt farsh par giri, belt khuli.
“Yahan mattress pada hai set ke peeche,” usne kaha, aur mujhe kheench kar let gayi. Hum akele the. Bahar gali khamosh thi. Andar kathputla palat ke pada tha.
Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uski chhati hatheli mein bhari aa gayi. Nipple munh mein liya, usne mera sar pakda. Jeans ke neeche uski chut geeli thi, meri ungliyon par slick.
“Andar aa,” usne kaha, aur mere underwear ko neeche dhakela. Mera lund uski hatheli mein kada ho gaya. Usne halke se dabaya, phir apni thighs kholin.
Lund uski chut ke muh par ragda. Woh geeli thi, garam thi. Dheere andar gaya. Uski aankhen band huin, munh khula, ek ghunni nikal gayi.
Kothri ki lakdi chichki. Shayad hawa thi. Shayad nahi. Neelima ne meri peeth pakdi aur mujhe aur andar kheencha. Slow se shuru kiya, phir tez choda. Uski kamar hatheli ke neeche uth rahi thi.
Lantern ki lo kathputle ki saari par giri. Kaali kapda hilta laga, jaise koi saans le raha ho. Neelima ne meri gardan mein munh chhupa liya, lekin uski raanen aur kasti rahi. “Ruk mat. Sunai de raha hai, lekin ruk mat.”
Hindustan ki aisi kothiyan raat ko alag awaazein rakhti hain. Pol ke bahar kutta bhonska, phir khamosh ho gaya. Andar sirf hamari saansein thin aur farsh ki chichk.
Usne mujhe palat diya. Ab woh upar thi, maroon kurta ek taraf gira pada, uske baal lantern mein bikhre. Apna ek haath meri chhati par rakh kar woh baithi, mera lund phir uski chut mein liya, aur dheere hilne lagi.
Uski aankhen khuli thin is baar. Dar ab bhi unmein tha, lekin saath mein bhook bhi. Main uski thighs pakde raha, uski kamar ke niche se uthan ko sahara diya. Har baar woh neeche aati, kothri ki hawa thandi lagti, jaise koi darwaze ki darar se dekh raha ho.
“Pichhli baar tu nikal gaya tha,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Aaj nikal mat.”
Jawab mein uski chhati munh se dabaayi. Uski awaaz ghunni ban gayi. Tez hone laga unka hilna. Mera lund uski geeli chut mein phisal raha tha, aur har dhakke par mattress ki springs chichk uth’ti thin.
Kone se phir awaaz aayi, halki, jaise koi kapda ghis raha ho. Dono ruke nahi. Neelima ne meri ungliyan apni chhati par dabaaye rakha, aur khud ko neeche le aayi jab tak meri jangh uski jangh se takra gayi.
Uski saans meri kaan ke paas phooti. “Abhi. Aur zor se.”
Neeche se uth kar choda, uski kamar pakad ke. Uski chut simat rahi thi, geeli awaaz har dhakke ke saath saaf thi. Lantern ki lo ek pal gayi, ek pal aayi. Kathputla wahi gira pada tha, khaali aankhen hamari taraf.
Neelima ki raanen kaampi. Uski aankhen bhar aayin, munh khula, aur woh meri chhati par gir gayi jab uski chut mera lund ko kasti rahi. Garmi uske andar faili, uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach gayin. Thodi der baad main bhi nikal aaya, uske andar, daanton ke beech ek bas dabi hui saans ke saath.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Mattress ke neeche lakdi ab bhi chichak rahi thi, lekin ab woh hamari hi lag rahi thi. Uski thighs meri janghon ke dono taraf thi, paseena uske kandhon par chamak raha tha.
Lantern ki lo ab kam thi. Neelima ne sir uthaya, kathputle ki taraf dekha, phir meri taraf. Hansii nahi. Sirf ek lambi saans.
“Wada galat tha,” usne kaha. “Dar se nahi, tujhse darta tha tu.”
Jawab mein uske maathe par hont rakha. Uski aankhen band rahi. Bahar gali mein koi cycle nahi thi. Pol ke andar hawa phir thandi ho gayi.
Aangan se alag nikalna
Pehle kapde usne uthaye. Bra, kurta, jeans. Main bhi shirt pehni, belt kasi. Mattress par geele nishaan the, lantern unhe chhupa nahi paayi.
Bahari darwaze par knock hui. Ek, phir do. Koi awaaz nahi aayi. Neelima meri kalaai se hat gayi, kathputle ko dekhe bagair aangan ki taraf chal di.
Courtyard mein uski scooter khadi thi. Engine start hote hi pol ki deewar se ek gungi gung laut ke aayi, jaise koi andar se jawab de raha ho. Usne helmet nahi pehna. Meri taraf dekha bhi nahi.
Scooter ki light gali mein kati, phir gayab ho gayi. Main kothri ke darwaze par khada raha, lantern bujhai, aur kathputle ki kaali saari andhere mein doob gayi.